She makes me feel good when I feel like hell Heaven is a girl that I've got to have She said leave your name At the sound of the tone Heaven is a girl I know so well She makes me feel better when I'm feelin' bad Call you right back When I get home Better

And I think I'll blow my brains Think happy thoughts Well let's go back to The middle of the day That starts it all. I can't begin to let You know just what I'm feeling. And now these red ones make me fly And the blue ones help me fall

What you call me? (tramp!) No you didn't! (you don't wear continental clothes, or Stetson hats) Well, I tell you one doggone thing It makes me feel good to know one thing, I know I am a lover (Matter of opinion) that's all right, mama was, papa too And

Now I think we're taking this too far Don't you know that it's not this hard Well it's not this hard But if you take what's yours and I take mine Must we go there Please not this time, no not this time Watching you shine bright So this is how it goes

That the worst is yet to come Well, I got a bad, bad feelin' Woke up this mornin', wrong side of the bed Had a heavenly night, you know, I'm feelin' it in my head Lord have mercy, and the day ain't even begun Didn't get no breakfast, didn't get no lunch

But you're still in Treading water I can't keep my head above ground (I can't keep my head above ground, can't keep my head) Could it be we got lost in the summer? Well I know you know that it's over You can drift along You've got the time The rest of us

And then I see a darkness Oh no, I see a darkness Did you know how much I love you? Is a hope that somehow you Can save me from this darkness Well, you're my friend And can you see Many times we've been out drinking Many times we've shared our thoughts

Sometimes I can't believe it I'm moving past the feeling again If I could have it back All the time that we wasted I'd only waste it again You know I would love to waste it again Waste it again and again and again Well, I've got to ask Sometimes I can't

Forty-eight hours needs forty-eight Friday or Saturday, what does that mean? Short space of time needs a heavy scene Monday is coming like a jail on wheels Forty-eight thrills So tell me an' I'll take the tube You know a girl, yeah well she's bound to be

‘Cause he’s not undercover, he walks past his lovers And the others know there’s no defense There is no evidence He creates an illusion that leads to confusion And you give up your common sense Well that’s my two cents He’s like a whip that doesn’t crack